Foreword: When I find an article on a whiskey man that is more complete and compelling than something I might do, my practice is to ask the author to use it in this blog. In this case the author is Ferdinand Meyer V, the president of the Federation of Historical Bottle Collectors, a friend and frequent editor. Although I have raided his “Peachridge Glass” blog for information and images in the past, I have never posted one of his articles on this blog. In a recent piece for Bottles & Extras he featured Patrick J. Murphy, a pre-Prohibition whiskey man and bitters producer from Holyoke, Massachusetts. The piece deserves reprinting and I am pleased that he has permitted me to use it here.
Holyoke was settled in the mid-1700s along the Connecticut River and was originally a farming community with few inhabitants until the construction of a dam and the Holyoke Canal System in 1849. With the subsequent construction of water-powered mills, particularly paper mills, the city grew. At one point, over 25 paper mills were in operation and the population rose from just under 5,000 in 1860 to over 60,000 in 1920. In 1888, Holyoke’s paper industry spurred the foundation of the American Pad & Paper Company, which as of 2007, is one of the largest suppliers of office products in the world.




The PJ Murray distillery also housed a workingman's bar in this blue collar town. Women were not really accepted in bars then. His Pale Orange Bitters trade card says, “An American Product”, “Made by Americans in the U.S.A” and “America’s Best Liquors” to counter the European versions of Orange Bitters flooding the market.

The brass trough that ran along the base of the main bar was equipped with running water. Its original purpose was to be used as spittoon. In those days however, if a man left a bar on a Friday night to find a bathroom he would normally lose his seat. Therefore, the trough was on more than one occasion used as a urinal. In fact, the main bar displayed a brass splatter shield.
It is told that Joseph Wilbur Murray (PJ’s nephew) kept a masonry worker and cabinet maker busy throughout the entire Great Depression. Each week he would have a new project for them. This is the prime reason for the unique nature of the building. It is said that the woodwork, hand chiseled fireplaces and unique masonry work were the result of thousands of hours of work.

There is still a faded, lead-painted sign on the rear of the building, which states, “This is a bar, not a bank.” It seems that Mr. Murray, being somewhat eccentric, had a never ending battle with the local banks. The mill workers were paid on Friday by check and the banks were closed by the time their work day ended. Mr. Murray obviously wanted the workers to have cash so that they might spend it at his bar. In an effort to force the banks to stay open, PJ Murray began cashing the workers checks and paying them in silver dollars. In a short period of time he created a shortage of silver dollars and longer banking hours. Workers used to throw these silver dollars up on top of the back bar. A few years ago, the back was taken down for renovation and hundreds of old silver dollars were found behind the bar.
Legend also says that the ghost of PJ Murray haunts the Bud. Ex-bartenders and regulars at the establishment still talk of strange happenings over the years. The most recent incident was an encounter by one of the patrons with the ghost in the men’s restroom. This sighting was written up in the Holyoke Transcript. No one is sure whether this is the ghost of PJ Murray or his nephew, Joseph Murray, who inherited the establishment.
I hope you like what I wrote, PJ, if that is you.
Excellent post. This appears to be the only remaining presence of The Bud on the internet. Thank you for your research and for preserving the existence of this famous icon.
ReplyDeleteitrmph2: We both should be grateful to Ferd Meyer, the driving force behind the Federation of Historical Bottle Collectors and a gifted researcher and writer, for his bringing this saloon out of the mists of history. He is the historian of bitters -- and that brought him to P.J. Murray and "The Bud." He graciously allowed me to use the article.
ReplyDeleteHad the pleasure of working there in the mid eighties and I till this day believe it was haunted
ReplyDeleteI am sure Ferd will appreciate your observation, as did I.
ReplyDeleteI also did an article in Bottles and Extras some years back where I did an illustration of the ghost!
ReplyDeleteAnon: Send me a copy of the illustration (and your byline) and I will add it to the post. jack.sullivan9@verizon.net.
ReplyDeleteI loved eating here. You could go in the kitchen & pick out your own steak. Lots of nooks to eat in. The foot prints on the ceiling. It was amazing.
ReplyDeleteMy father was the “dedicated masonry worker” who built all of the arches and fireplaces (some secret doors) for Wilbur Murray during the depression. An amazing brick artist.
ReplyDeleteAnon: Thanks for adding to the story. Brick by brick.
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